8/30/26

Silence is not emptiness.

It is a sealed stone
holding within itself
the noise of everything
that found no way out.

The secret goes deeper.

It does not remain only in the mouth.
It descends into the blood,
settles into the bones,
takes root where the light
cannot reach.

Silence can be peace.

A secret is a scar.

One disappears when the word is born.
The other survives
even after it has been revealed.

There are silences that set us free.

And there are secrets that rot
in the darkness of the flesh,
feeding on the fear
of being spoken.

To keep silent
is to close a door.

To keep a secret
is to live behind it.

Deep within the self,
every buried truth
continues to breathe.

And some truths
do not need a voice.

Time is enough.

It always finds
the fissures
through which the secret
begins to bleed.

J. KASRA-WRITER

8/30/26